Bathtime in Venice
Portraits, especially oil pastels on paper are my favourite form of expression. I will try anything. This was thought to be my Mother and is similar.
As my dexterity and vision has deteriorated I am having fun with digital apps.
Making an Impression(ist)
The American Child
The American Child – from a photo in a US magazine. I couldnt find the child, but I call this “My Rembrandt Phase”
I used to love painting portraits. Now I cant even paint my planter boxes because the blind spot in my ‘good’ eye simply doesnt recognise hat anything is directly in front of it. Like faces. Every one is like a Picasso painting where from a dividing line down the nose to the chin, the right half of every face I look at simply doest exist! I now understand ‘Surrealist’ painting. Welcome to my world. So many people our age look alike anyway!